Blackberries in the afterglow
This is June
Sighing that long sigh
That I am close to you
And the daughter in the unmown grass is swaying
In her Maid Marion gown
With purple stains all the way down
And there are so many unknowns
But we are not afraid of oceans
The little boy with the brown eyes
Says something precocious
And I am making snapshots in my mind for you
I’m taking notes
Of everything I want to share with you
While I’m dreaming of boats
